I underestimated Jo. Right after our divorce, and possibly during the process, I'd been suspecting that she was involved with another man. I was wrong... She might be otherwise involved, but she lived by herself, making a decent living, and raising our kids well. She even encouraged me to quit drinking and work harder for my own sake, but why should I care?A year later, Jo remarried. Her new husband was an album label producer. They met a few months ago when he was a customer of her hair saloon.. They were perfect, or so he thought, full and still firm with youth and obviously natural. Her nipples were the color of rose buds, erect against her large pink areola. Licking his lips, he stared at their thickness, barely even noticing her gaze shifting until it locked onto his, followed by an almost shy smile.He found the sight of her squeezing out a palmfull of thick lotion erotic, his concealed cock twitching in his hand as she lifted her hands to her full breasts and began to massage it. The water feels good and helps me relax. Turning on the tablet I search the term hotwife “a married woman whose marriage is open on her end only, so that she can date other men and have sex with them, with both the permission and encouragement of her husband, in order to fulfill his fantasy of sharing her with other men, to the benefit of their marriage.” Interesting I think to myself. There are also a lot of porn web sites in the search results. I click on one and search "hotwife" Page after. I promise. I had one more excuse. I didnt bring any condoms and your dad said that you are not on the pill. John, her father, spoke up, I brought extras just in case. He also handed me a small tube of lube. Aiko looked beggingly into my eyes and started stroking my shaft. I hadnt even realized it but I was hard as a steel pipe. Oh fuck yes. I want your little body so much. I picked Aiko up and carried her to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed with Aiko between my legs. She rubbed the insides.